You told me you were going to my room and I said "go ahead".
It was too late when I remembered, what was lying on my bed.
I tried to stop you saying I could go instead.
But it was too late, and you had seen that small piece of silver and the towel covered in red.
I assumed I should say sorry for what was wrong with my head.
I know it must be tough.
I know it must be hard.
To walk into your daughter's world.
A world so full of scars.
But now that you're know,
You can help her, right?
You've seen the pain she's in
And you can help her fight.
YOU ARE READING
A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
